Up, Up, and Away

As I placed my well-used luggage in the driveway this morning for pick-up by charity, I plucked this worn tag off the handle of the largest suitcase and felt a few pangs of nostalgia remembering those long ago days of airports, jets, baggage, and adventure. Yes, I have morphed from  tourist and stewardess flight attendant into this contented homebody with scrapbook pages filled with jaunts to far away places.

I didn't last long as an employee of Pan Am, only a little over a year. Marriage beckoned. However, I did manage to cram a lot of travel, on the job and off,  into those few months. Though I spent much of my time flying the Pacific en route to Vietnam, the bane of a junior employee with no bid line power, I did manage to scrounge up some magnificent trips.


Rome



Jakarta



Egypt with Mom


Now the view is quite different, as I relax on my deck with a good book in hand.

Z-z-z-z-z.

 Do I miss those days? No. I don't even have a current passport anymore. But I do have the memories of the night lights of Tokyo, the beauty of the Eiffel Tower, the art of Florence, the picturesque canals of Venice, the changing of the guard in London, the stunning harbour of Sydney, all beautifully captured in the pages of my scrapbooks... along with many other glorious sights of those travel times.

So wonderful. But I will never like camels.